He's escaped the building - my goal had been to take his power, possibly kill him, and never break a sweat. Certainly not to let him escape, certainly not to let him control the situation as he has. I'm beginning to regret ever coming to this city.

I pursue him as he rabbits, using my superior speed to pull slightly ahead of him and cut off his path. We're in a building yard, full of dirt mounds and stacks of cement sewage pipes.

W, whatever he is, hasn't quite reached the ideal fighting ground in this area - I can at least recognise that his fighting skill is high enough that he can read the terrain as I do. I've blocked him from the best position but I can't reach it either - but there's a lot of space for us to spread out, and if I can make this a ranged fight I'm certain I'll paint my hands with W's blood in a matter of minutes.